Update number two! This is just a little dip into Addison's past. Its by no means the full story, but I wanted to provide something to show you where her rage issues initiated from. Also I will be introducing a couple of the glee characters, Kurt will be one of them...I know at least one of ya wanted that...so, your wish is my command.

This chapter is a bit dark and possibly triggering.

Thanks again for the reads, reviews, follows and favorites!

Daisy x

Dried blood covers her fist and her plaster cast. Her head is banging, from a mixture of concussion and alcohol. Her cheek throbs with her pulse, blood still lazily dripping from the deep gash that has been haphazardly covered with a piece of gauze and surgical tape.

They want to charge her with aggravated assault.

She shattered his nose, caused a hair line fracture of the right cheekbone and knocked 3 of his teeth out.

She would do it again if she saw him.

Quinn is in the interview room fighting for her as she sat in the holding cell.

Quinn. The girl who took Santana's heart and offered up her own...only to snatch it back and drop Santana's as she did. The girl ignored her best friend after damaging her precious, caring, fierce and loyal heart.

The girl who let the latina fall in love again with a different blonde.

Brittany. The girl who took Santana's heart into her hand and gripped it until it burst.

The girl who took a bet and helped destroy a beautiful person.

Addison knows how amazing Santana is. She saw it the first time they met. She could sense greatness, fire, passion...It was just burried under the darkness.

A darkness she helped clear. Months of building a tentative but fun, strong and awesome friendship. Building up the smaller girl. Making her see how truly special and strong she was.

Then it happened.

The Jazz club.

The darkness came back and it was impossible to clear it all.

How could she!? She had her own darkness. One so similar to what happened at the Jazz club.

Only this was her own father.

That's where she failed. She couldn't help Santana with this new darkness. She didn't know how.

Closing her eyes she drifted into a painful memory.

She was 13 when it first happened.

Addison limped home from school. Another day another fight. She was a target. She was tall and awkward with her height, she was skinny...like, not an inch of flesh you could pinch anywhere, kinda skinny. She loved science, studied hard. She had dreams of becoming a marine biologist. She had a passion for anything physical. She was on all the sports teams but was ignored by the girls who were meant to be teammates. This knocked her confidence, so she became quiet. All of this turned her into a target...and she hated it.

Quietly Addison slipped into the house. She was home late because of her bad leg. The bullies had beat her pretty hard today.

She knew she was in trouble. It was her turn to cook...it was always her turn to cook.

Entering the kitchen at the back of the house, she was greeted by her father. He was sat at the empty table with an empty plate in front of him. A bottle of cheap whiskey beside it.

She should have seen it. She was used to this. But today she was tired and already in pain. The plate hit her in the side, it bounced off her and onto the floor, shattering.

The young girl grunted and clutched her ribs.

Slowly she lowered herself to her knees and began to clear up the cheap white porcelain. This had been a routine since she could remember. Her father drank. Her father got angry. Her father hit her. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

Today something changed.

As she picked up the pieces with shaking hands he aproached. She assumed he was gonna step over her and go drink in the den. But he didn't.

She cried out in pain as he unleashed an almighty kick to her ribs, dropping to the ground she let out a sob.

Again he kicked her. His steel toed boots causing a muffled crunch to come from her bones.

She couldn't breath. His hand reached down and tugged her to her feet, she whimpered in pain. She wondered what she'd done for him to be this angry. He threw her through the partition leading into the den, her slim frame colliding with the glass coffee table, as it shattered, glass punctured her skin through her thin tshirt. Her head hit the floor with a thud, the edges of the world slowly turning dark. She lost consciousness as her father hovered over her. A dark glint in his eye.

Slowly she began to come round.

She could feel a weight on her. Her head throbbed, her back was wet with blood, she couldn't breath, that weight again.

Her eyes shot open as she felt a painful pressure between her legs.

She gagged at the sight.

Her father was thrusting into her.

She felt numb. Her heart hammered in her chest. Spikes of pain shot through her abdomen.

Her father grunted her mothers name as he finished.

She remembered now. She left. A year ago today.

He stood, smirking as he pulled up his pants and buckled his belt.

"I think we just found a new family tradition" he slurred, before returning to the kitchen for his whiskey.

Addison lay exposed on the glass. Her eyes glassy as tears silently crept down her face.

The tall girl jumped back, landing on her ass. As she looked up she saw the concerned face of Quinn staring down at her. The blondes hand frozen where it had just nudged her shoulder. Addison didn't like the look the blonde was giving her. Like she'd already figured something out.

She stood slowly. Trying to shake the horrific memory. Just one of the countless her dear father left her before she ran away. Wiping a trickle of blood from her cheek, she forced a smile. "How long am I here for ma'am?" She joked.

The concerned look didn't move from Quinn's eyes as she spoke. "You're a free woman.".

Addison's eyes widened. "What!? HOW!?..I..".

Quinn smiled softly. "I called his brother, told him what went down at graduation...explained a few things, who you were to S...He convinced Finn to drop the charges.".

Addison's mouth dropped open. "I...I...". she stuttered before settling on a simple, "Thank you Quinn".

The blonde nodded graciously and gestured to the now open door. "Let's get you patched up so you can see San...You look like shit.". She added at the end.

"Bitch." Replied Addison without missing a beat.

Quinn smiled. This girl kept proving her unwavering loyalty to the woman she loved. The tattooed girl was really starting to grow on her.

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Addison had refused to get treated at the hospital. No matter how many times Quinn tried, the girl merely scowled and mumbled something about a nosey nurse called Joan.

Quinn had called through to Santana's ward to ask the nurses to inform their friend they will be a few hours. Quinn was then told the latina was sleeping and would be out cold till around 9am.

After a huge argument with Addison, she had convinced the girl to spend the night and rest up at her apartment.

That's how they ended up here.

The taller girl had just got out of the shower and was sat impatiently waiting for Quinn's so called, kind of a doctor friend to arrive and stitch up the wound on her cheek. Her blood and beer stained clothing had been washed and was now drying, so she sat in nothing but a small tank and some boy shorts. Every few minutes she caught the blonde stealing glances at her.

After the 7th or 8th time she snapped. "WHAT QUINN!?".

The blonde looked at her guiltily before replying. "what was it like?". Addison looked at her with a puzzled face. Quinn elaborated. "Going all crazy on him like that? I would have paid good money to have witnessed him getting owned.".

The taller girl shrugged. "It was good, I guess". She sighed and turned to look out of the penthouse's large windows.

Quinn was a little worried. Addison was usually all fire and bite, but since she had picked the younger girl up from the precinct, she'd barely been able to get more than 5 words out of her.

Slowly she stood from the sofa and made her way over to the window seat where Addison was sat. Reaching out, she squeezed the girls shoulder. The blonde felt her tense, but she didn't move away. So she sat down next to the girl and released her soft hold.

Addison looked lost in thought as she gazed over the New York skyline. Quinn jumped in surprise as she spoke. "What do you wanna know blondie?". She looked at the shorter girl.

Quinn dropped her head a moment, before lifting it and meeting piercing green eyes. "I don't know...a lot of things I guess." she shrugged and mirrored Addison's pose as she looked out of the window, before turning back to the worried looking girl. "I wanna know stuff about you...I know you met San at a bar. I know you are possibly the most loyal friend anyone could wish for...I know you can throw a good punch.." Addison let out a chuckle at this. "I also know you ignore your own pain...But I don't know why...I just...You evade me Addison." She finished waving her hands then sighing.

The tattooed girl stood from the window seat and streatched. Her borrowed tank top riding up revealing old scars. She caught Quinn's eyes on them. "My good old pop". She offered. Quinn's cheeks turning pink knowing she'd been caught.

The taller girl sat with her back leaning against the window box. Quinn above her but not in sight. She couldn't look at the girl whilst she showed this side of herself. "Listen Q...I know Tana still loves you. I also know she's gonna get better. She's strong like that." A proud smile graced her lips as Quinn watched the side of the girls face.

Addison stared at a blank wall before carrying on. "You and San are gonna get together and I'm gonna make sure neither of you fuck it up.". She tilted her head to see the shocked expression of Quinn. "The rest you'll get to know over time. I'm always gonna be in that girls life...even when she's a beautiful Hollywood star..".

Quinn felt her eyes water at the belief in the younger girls voice.

Addison continued. "You're totally leaving me this apartment as a thank you though!"

Quinn snorted. "A thank you for what!?". She pushed the younger girl slightly with her foot.

"My approval duh!" She replied as if it were the most obvious thing ever.

Quinn laughed. "Well that's gonna take a while isn't it!". She smiled as Addison nodded. "Anyway..I live here..you can't have it!"

"You'll move to LA with S." Replied the taller girl instantly. A hint of sadness in her voice.

Quinn frowned a little, sliding off the seat and onto the floor with the rock chick. "I thought you said you'll always be in San's life?" she probed gently.

Addison shrugged, still looking forward at the plain wall. "I will...There's skype, and phone calls...even letters and shit."

"Addy..."

"I'm a fucked up person Quinn." she said honestly, locking her now misty eyes onto hazel ones. "You're back in Tana's life now...you can look after her better than me...it's time I started letting her go a little."

"you mean ditching her!". Snapped Quinn incredulously.

"No.." whispered Addison, her eyes dropping to her fidgeting hands. "I'll still fight for her, push her forward, protect her. I'll still love her and be around...just not as much..." She paused to wipe a tear. "I just can't hold her back anymore." she looked at Quinn with such truth in her eyes that it shocked the blonde. "I'm just a shitty drunk who was used as a fuck n cut toy by their daddy...San is a million worlds better than me...I helped keep her alive, now it's your turn to help her live her life Q".

Quinn was shocked. The girl in front of her had so many comforting levels, her heart ached for her. Reaching forward she took Addison's hand.

They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, both unsure of what to say. They were saved however when the buzzer rang. "Looks like your friend is here" mumbled the green eyed girl.

Quinn smiled a small smile and realeased their hands. "I'll go let her in. Go sit on the sofa" she said softly before walking to get the door.

So whaddaya think!? Who is her kind of a doctor friend!?

Thanks for the get well wishes. I'm climbing the walls today because I can't run :(( So expect a fair few updates! Lol.

Love ya ;)

Daisy x

San will be up and about soon...I promise! ;)